The Drowning Tree

The mighty birds have ceased to fly

Within foreboding windswept skies

As night falls into the shade of rose

Where eye of moon doth interpose

A blood filled basin free to burst

O’er the drowning tree whose thirst

May necessitate a drop or two

For now, iniquitous fate is due

Where pious rope is intertwined

About a limb to undermine

Sinful conduct hidden deep

To that, awake, ere ye sleep

©Kay Salady


About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

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